Adam's apparent complete lack of interest in the girl was an irritation to Christa; but after a week even she had begun to forget about her. She hadn't seen the girl, not even passing her in the corridor, and even considered for a short stint that she might actually be insane. It wouldn't be that surprising, considering all the crap she'd been through – and went through – at every full moon. The day after the moon was the Tuesday; she sloped into her first class, History, this one she found she now had Adam in. He told her he'd been talked into it – he'd never admit he switched classes for other reasons. The pale 46-year-old... 16 year old... Adam was sat in his usual seat toward the back and Matt was stood next to him, leaning on the table, as Christa sat down next to him. Her eyes were dark from tiredness and she looked slightly unwell, but he knew better than to say anything this time.
The class was taken by one of the younger teachers, surprisingly enough, and the class were getting good grades for the few years he'd been teaching – right now he was doing an interesting imitation of an Egyptian doctor, and the A Level class were enjoying themselves, laughing as they made notes. The noise and focus of the class allowed them to have a quiet conversation, and Adam knew how rubbish Christa was feeling right now. He decided to cheer her up a little; he thought he'd worked out why she'd be so interested in a girl that healed, "Christa." He said gently, and she looked at him, no sign of a smile near her – not that that was a new development, to be fair. "I saw your magic healing girl." He said softly, "She was in the reception area earlier, I recognised her." Christa seemed to perk up a little, looking at him.
"I didn't speak to her." He said before she could ask, "But I saw what you mean. Christa, if she could heal, I don't think... I've never heard of anyone removing the curse." She looked away from him, aware she couldn't deny being what she was now she had turned in front of them, trying to make it look like she was paying attention to the teacher, now highlighting points. "You're determined we're all going to be this ... supernatural crime fighting team, Adam." She spoke softly, twisting her pen between her fingers, staring at it, "Then we should be helping more than just ghosts." Adam was dumbfounded for a long moment. He'd never truly thought to consider that she really enjoyed their company as real friends, which he and Matt did. It seemed he was about to say something when the teacher called him; Adam had no idea about the answer, so was moved to the front of the classroom, leaving Christa sitting alone to muse.
Marahné walked quickly down the corridor toward her next lesson, tapping a rhythm on her left hip. She felt kinda tired – but this was normal, she was always tired. Her body seemed to be in a constant dull ache, no matter what she did, she couldn't stop herself from helping. It was like an addiction, to her; she'd always shared her sweets as a child, getting more from sharing them than eating them all by herself. The same thing stretched to her days here as she slumped into a seat, running a few minutes behind, and the pregnant teacher looked up, clearly in a foul mood. "Marinade! You're late. Do the detention tonight." She snarled. Marahné didn't even wince at that, just nodded slightly, pulling her folder and a pen out. What did it matter? She would just work on homework, really.
She entered the room after the be-headphoned teacher, having bumped into him in the corridor, and told her why she was there. He'd told her to just take a seat and when she went in she was surprised to see the girl she'd healed the previous week sitting there with a pale boy and... and... she paused, frowning, sure there was something else stood behind her but she couldn't quite make it out. Shaking off the uncomfortable feeling, as Christa looked up and looked at her, she sat quickly at the row in front of them, tugging a few sheets of paper out of her bag and a pen, staring at the questions in front of her. Christa's eyes flickered to Adam and Matt spoke loudly.
"Is that her, then?" none of them missed it when she jumped slightly, turning to look at them a little then forcing her eyes back to the table. Adam's face broke into a grin.
Author Note: Early update! Two in one day! I need more reviews please, I'm losing strength with where to take this.